I'm a nervous wreck.
I feel like it's only a matter of time before my daredevil Mr. Noah breaks a bone or needs stitches.
He's constantly climbing on things -- chairs, tables, stools, couches -- and then dangling precariously at the edges. Or, worse yet, he leaps off of them just for the half-second thrill of the fall.
I don't remember Sam doing this. Or maybe I've just blocked it from my memory.
And because he's growing so fast right now (thank goodness!), he's klutzy beyond belief. He's forever tripping or banging his head into walls or smacking the top of his head on the edge of our table, which he used to be able to walk beneath, or pulling open a drawer and slamming it into his nose or ...
I'm tired just picturing it.
Right now, he's got a bruise on his forehead, a bruise and abrasion on his cheekbone (he fell off a small stool onto the edge of a step in our house over the weekend), bruises on his knees and shins, and finger bruises on his upper arms from us having to grab him over and over again to keep him from falling.
We're not beating him, I swear. He just looks like it.
Is this a boy thing? Is it just that some kids are more daring than others? Will I feel this way until he's in his 20s???
